by Emily Tilton
Pierre’s voice sounded assured and confident as he said the shameful thing. It made Janice almost feel a pang of sympathy for Mary, to think that the men meant to put her on the same level as Janice and Hailey—was Mary going to be spanked, too? The notion sent another rush of blood to Janice’s face. Then Nick spoke, though, in the same assured tone—the tone he had used so unexpectedly the night before when telling Janice to get over his knee for her first spanking—and her compassion evaporated.
“Yes, Tim,” her husband said, “you should definitely get your girl shaved down there. It will do wonders for her attitude—just like whipping her and fucking her ass.”
“What?” Mary demanded, in a startled but somehow also—to Janice’s ears anyway—not terribly alarmed voice. Certainly Mary didn’t sound scared enough to win Janice’s continued compassion.
No, Nick hadn’t said that he wanted to whip Mary and to fuck her bottom, but Janice ached so strongly for Nick’s cock, now, down between her thighs. The idea her husband might even think about another girl’s private parts seemed to take away all her sympathy for her unmarried classmate’s awkward and potentially painful new situation.
Hailey had stopped in the midst of the final stages of shaving Janice between her hind-cheeks. The young wife, mistress of this shower stall as of this house—even if a very different sort of mistress from the one she had supposed the previous day, decided she had to show Mary Glass into whose home she had come, and whose husband she seemed to have set out to seduce.
“Go ahead, Hailey,” she said, looking down into the sweet, hesitant face of the naked, wet teenager. “Finish shaving me. My husband wants to teach me the lesson I’ve earned.”
“I… I…” she heard Mary stammer as she felt Hailey beginning to use the razor again.
Then Tim Foster spoke. His tone of voice sounded different from the one Nick and Pierre seemed to share, less assured but also, it seemed to Janice, aspiring to the confidence the other men had shown.
“Yes, Mary,” the tall, bearded man said. “Get your clothes off right away, and get into the shower. From now on things are going to be different between us.”
Janice’s heart raced at hearing another man in the act, apparently, of taking a girl in hand, the way Nick had done with her the previous day. She knew, somewhere deep down, that she should feel only sympathy for Mary now. But Nick had clearly noticed that Mary Glass had considerable assets in the chest and backside, and the fire of Janice’s need for her husband’s hard penis seemed to take control. I hope your man tans your hide good, Mary Glass, Janice thought, casting a scornful glance through the clear, if steamy, surface of the shower stall. I hope he whips you and fucks your bottom hard, to teach you the lesson you need.
Chapter Fifteen
The alien in Pierre LeGrand sent, electrostatically, to the one in Nick Strauss, Janice Strauss seems filled with negative emotion, with regard to Mary Glass. Amusing, but does it cause you any concern?
It does not, replied Nick Strauss’ Zedaar. My expectation is that the jealousy Janice Strauss experiences will make her submission to her mate’s pleasure more interesting and indeed also more enjoyable for him. He has no intention of having sex with Mary Glass at the moment, and is interested only in training his own mate to obey him and thereby bringing greater contentment into their contractual reproductive relationship.
What the humans call romance and marriage? asked its colleague, with the electrostatic equivalent of curiosity.
Just so.
Pierre LeGrand, sent back the first, perhaps since he is not contracted to Hailey Miller in that fashion, seems to have more thoughts concerning fucking the other women. He believes he is falling in love with Hailey Miller, but he also would like to fuck Janice Strauss (despite her being contracted to Nick Strauss) and Mary Glass. It may be that some human males are more inclined to have sexual coitus with multiple females. Do you intend that the humans’ new club will allow the males to share their females for fucking?
The Zedaar in Nick Strauss took a femtosecond to probe the ranger’s thoughts and to consider, then returned, That seems a likely development. Nick Strauss would certainly enjoy fucking the other females, if Janice Strauss could realize her own pleasure in being shared. I can feel in her that she would like to have a fucking from Pierre LeGrand at least, though she would have grave difficulty in admitting it. Interesting.
Amusing, returned Pierre LeGrand’s alien. Let us see what Janice Strauss’ negative feelings bring about. The Zedaar sent a stream of ions that informed its conversational partner of a change in subject, then asked, What is your opinion concerning the males making the females have sex with one another, using their hands and mouths, as well as implements about which I find Pierre LeGrand knows a good deal? Pierre LeGrand would like to make Hailey Miller learn to please the other females despite, and also I gather because of, the shame she would feel to engage in sex acts that it would seem traditional human culture forbids.
Its colleague replied, Yes, Nick Strauss would also enjoy seeing his mate having sex with another female, on his instructions. I believe Tim Foster would also find the sight arousing, based on the emanations I receive from his limbic system. But it would seem wise to build up to that stage, and even to have the males forbid such conduct in their females for now.
Yes, agreed the Zedaar in Pierre LeGrand. I can see that a prohibition will allow for a more manageable situation this evening, and will also create the opportunity for further discipline.
* * *
Pierre watched the shower scene with his cock hardening to what seemed like a bar of titanium in his jeans. He loved seeing his innocent Hailey kneeling behind another naked girl, preparing her bottom for her man’s pleasure. He loved the sight of Hailey’s own shaved pussy even more. The thought occurred to him that he should discuss with Nick—and, now, Tim, he supposed—whether the girls should be allowed to play with one another’s pussies, or even told that they must do that.
He thought he could tell from the giggling coming from Hailey and Mary that despite some reluctance to have girl-on-girl sex, they would enjoy having that reluctance overcome. Janice seemed compliant, and perhaps even aroused, but also guarded for some reason: Pierre wondered if Nick’s young wife held some jealousy—maybe even a lot of it—toward Mary. A glance at Nick told him that the ranger had the situation under control: Nick had his eyes closely on Janice, and though his wife looked back at her handsome, bearded man with troubled eyes through the steamy glass, she seemed reassured at least by his fixing her with his stern gaze.
Yes, Pierre thought, Janice too would probably like being made to get it on with the other girls while their men watched. It also occurred to him, though, that the whole question of the members of the new club having sex with another member who wasn’t their primary romantic partner, whether it was the girls kissing each other’s pussies or the men fucking a girl who didn’t belong to them, with the permission of the girl’s man of course, should be left for the future. The men had enough to enjoy and to manage for the moment.
As if reading Pierre’s thoughts, Tim spoke, in a tone whose firmness surprised Pierre, given that he and Nick had only introduced the big fireman to the idea of taking his girlfriend in hand an hour before.
“No touching the other girls’ pussies, Mary,” Tim said sternly. “You hear me? I know you’re a naughty girl, but from now on I’m going to be in control.”
Mary turned her face over her shoulder with a startled look. “I… I wouldn’t!” The pink in her cheeks, visible even through the steam, seemed to suggest an ambiguity in the denial, however.
“That goes for you, too, Janice,” Nick said.
“Yes,” Pierre agreed. “Hailey, I hear you already have a whipping coming for playing with yourself. Be a good girl while you’re shaving Mary and don’t make it worse.”
Hailey bit her lip as she looked back over her shoulder at Pierre, but the crease in her brow indicated that a certain temptation had been part of th
e shaving process.
“I thought we’d have them clean each other’s anuses,” Nick said thoughtfully, then, “but maybe they should learn to clean their own, instead.”
“Yes,” Tim agreed. “That’ll keep them from being naughty, and it will mean that I can have Mary get ready for anal by herself at home, whenever I want to have her ass.”
Pierre took the cue. “Girls, we want you all to stand up, now, and lean against the wall side by side with your feet apart. Get your hands very soapy.”
Thankfully the Strausses’ two-headed shower was big enough to create a perfectly lovely scene of three naked, wet backsides presented to the men who owned them, standing clothed just outside the stall. Pierre gave Tim a wink as the girls obeyed him, their shame-faced attention focused downward on the liquid soap they had obediently squeezed from the dispenser affixed to the wall. Hailey was in the middle, with Mary on her left and Janice on her right.
“That’s it,” Nick said. “Now reach down between your legs, girls, and get your middle fingers right up in those assholes. We want you nice and clean.”
A little wail of protest came from one of the girls: Pierre thought it was probably Janice, but he didn’t feel completely sure. Hailey looked back over her shoulder at Pierre, a reproachful pout on her lips. Mary’s lithe body—she was the tallest of the three girls—seemed to tense, and Pierre saw her hands clench into little fists, but she didn’t show any other resistance.
“Go ahead, Hailey,” Pierre said. “Face forward, and clean that little bottom-hole for me.”
Hailey bit her lip and turned her head, and her hand was the first to move as Nick had specified—so her cry of helpless pleasure at the shameful feeling was also the first to echo off the tile. Both Mary and Janice turned their heads to look at the teenager who had just complied with such a lewd command. Pierre saw their eyes meet over Hailey’s wet brown hair, and the coldness in Janice’s eyes despite the steaminess of the scene took him a little by surprise.
“Janice,” Nick said in a voice that carried a warning in it. “You tend to your own backside, now, or I’ll have to tend to it.”
“You too, Mary,” Tim added in the same stern tone.
But Janice didn’t seem to know what was good for her. She turned her face all the way back over her shoulder to look at Nick, and said, “I don’t want Mary here. She shouldn’t get to see.”
Mary’s eyes went wide, and a little bit of hurt appeared in them, but it quickly turned to anger. “You’ve never liked me, Janice Strauss, but…”
But Mary stopped mid-sentence, because Nick had opened the stall door and strode into the shower, not caring about how wet the spray instantly got him. Janice gave a sharp cry as her husband hauled her out and drew her quickly into the corner of the big bathroom that held the toilet. He raised his foot and stepped on it, then turned his naked wife immediately over his knee, with his left arm holding her down, and started to spank her wet, soapy bottom with his big hand as she struggled in vain to get away from her punishment.
“Nick!” Janice wailed. “Please… please, don’t…”
Hailey, her finger still obediently in her anus, looked wildly from side to side. Pierre said sharply to his girl, “You just keep getting yourself ready, Hailey.”
Mary stood frozen in the shower, watching the fifteen-years-too-late spanking of her snooty high school rival by the snooty girl’s husband with a face that said she had no idea how to feel. Tim resolved the issue for the moment, saying, “Face the wall, Mary Glass, and get that butthole clean for me. You don’t need to worry about Janice right now.”
“Janice Strauss,” Nick said, delivering a hard spank with each word. “You will learn to respect your husband’s judgment.”
Janice’s cries of pain and shame rang off the tiles. Pierre glanced from the delightful sight of the spanked wife to the girls in the shower who were now both dutifully cleaning their anuses with soap-covered fingers, bottoms pushed out over bent knees and leaning against the shower wall for support. The naughty digits went in and out, and both Hailey and Mary emitted soft whimpers that Pierre could hear between Janice’s louder sobs at the tanning of her hide by Nick.
“Mary is our guest,” Nick said, stopping the spanking after having raised blazing red circles on Janice’s bottom-cheeks, “and I’ve decided she should see what happens to a naughty wife. Tim has decided to take her in hand the way I’ve done with you, and she belongs to him, the way…”
Here Nick began spanking Janice’s little bottom again, very hard despite a renewed struggle on her part and renewed protests.
“… you… belong… to… me.” He held the sobbing girl over his knee then for a long moment, and relative quiet reigned in the Strauss bathroom, the only sounds besides the soft patter of the water being Janice’s soft weeping and the low moans of the girls in the shower as they prepared to have cocks in their bottoms for the first time.
“Now go back into the shower and get this bottom ready for me,” Nick said softly, rubbing Janice’s backside and pressing his middle finger between the cheeks so that she gave a little cry of surprise. He stood her up, her eyes downcast and her face nearly as red as her bottom. With a final pat on the rear end, Nick urged her back into the shower, and Janice went, casting her face back over her shoulder one final time as if to make sure Nick were looking at her and not at Mary.
When she saw that her husband did indeed have his eyes fixed on her, the pretty young bride whose submissive sexuality and urgent need for his cock he had brought out at last, Janice gave him a little smile through the unfallen tears of the hard spanking he had given her warm, wet bottom. Pierre could see in Nick’s eyes that he understood the danger of the jealousy that might arise not just in Janice but in any of the three girls—or any of the other girls who might become taken-in-hand members of the club now beginning to come together.
“I love you, Janice,” Nick said. “That’s not going to change, no matter how often you need to be reminded to respect and obey me.”
Chapter Sixteen
The Zedaar in the park ranger’s brain sent, Nick Strauss thinks all the females should be whipped on the bed, one by one.
Each by her own male? Pierre LeGrand finds that to be of great importance. The alien in Pierre LeGrand’s neural network added a slight ionic emphasis, indicating how vital it seemed to his host that he be the one to punish Hailey Miller.
Yes, certainly, responded the first. And then the fucking of the anuses, each by her own mate, side by side over the bed. Janice Strauss’ need for the penis will display itself very fully to the other females, I believe, and that will ensure their complementary displays, for their own males.
With a little influence, yes, indeed. Very amusing. The Zedaar in Pierre LeGrand reflected for a picosecond, then sent, Should we consider the practical details concerning the extraction of move-thing and the building of the projector-receptor?
Of course, but it can wait until the anuses have been fucked, do you not think?
The only response from the other alien came in a buzz of ionic agreement. Sometimes, on a mission of invasion to a world where the Zedaar’s hosts provided copious amusement, the aliens became attached to the pleasures of their hosts in a way a human of the nineteenth century, according to a common human system of chronology, might have termed going native. Such had, for reasons ineffable at least in any human language, befallen these two.
The Zedaar as a species did not frown on the phenomenon, for the Zedaar did not in fact possess any sentiment even approximately like disapproval. Why should not two of their nearly indistinguishable number amuse themselves as they saw fit? If the Zedaar who had come to Fotherville, Ontario took a nearly human pleasure in the disciplining and fucking of pretty young human females, with the result that the fashioning of the projector-receptor that would link Earth to the rest of the Zedaari cosmos proceeded more slowly than it might have, had the aliens found Nick Strauss and Pierre LeGrand less amusing, no other Zedaar would object.
After all, in the long span of Zedaari immortality, they would all eventually have their own turn in the anuses of pretty young human females.
* * *
Hailey couldn’t believe either how embarrassing the things Pierre and Mr. Strauss and Mr. Foster commanded were or how incredibly hot they got her down between her thighs. Putting her finger up her butt while Mrs. Strauss got spanked over her husband’s knee had seemed the most humiliating thing ever. Hailey’s newly shaved pussy, though, had clenched over and over as she cleaned herself to have anal sex for the first time, even though she had to do it in front of the other naked girls—and the fully clothed men who loomed outside the steamy shower stall, ready to whip their young women and ready to fuck their bottoms.
Could she actually be turned on by being degraded that way? By being made into Pierre’s teenaged fuck toy? It seemed like the other girls were, too—even Janice Strauss, despite her feelings about Mary—and that made Hailey feel a little better about how close she came to coming despite obediently keeping her fingers away from her aching clit. She already had her first session with Pierre’s belt coming, for playing with herself, and her heart jumped at the thought: she definitely didn’t want more.
“Janice will go first over the bed,” said Mr. Strauss, looking so handsome and rugged in his ranger uniform that he gave tall Mr. Foster the fire chief a run for his money.
“Then Hailey,” said Pierre.
Hailey had a fluffy towel around her, and it felt warm and cozy, but Pierre—her man, she thought with a flush in her cheeks—announcing the imminence of her naked punishment made her feel cold and then hot again all at once. She gave a little whimper, and Pierre put his arm around her to lead her out of the bathroom and into the Strauss’ big bedroom.
“You need this, Hailey,” he said softly, just for her to hear. “I think you know that. You played with yourself again, and in front of another girl. You knew it was naughty and now you’ll lie on the bed and have a whipping for it, before I fuck your bottom. You won’t sit comfortably tomorrow at school, and that’s how it should be.”
